"What's the matter with you? You seem so, jazzed up." Blaine's voice was soft and encouraging, which only made the fit in his stomach worse.

"I'm fine, I just haven't been to a party before, none the less where there was going to be drinking." His eyes closed briefly, reliving the awful moment that was April Rhodes giving him alcohol and him throwing it up all over Ms. Pillsbury's shoes and the hallways of McKinley.

Somewhere along the events of the week, Kurt had agreed to go to a party Rachel was throwing. Not only was this extremely out of character for the diva, but it was something he wasn't entirely sure about. He wasn't sure how he could handle himself at a party, especially a party where all his friends wouldn't even know his name. But, Blaine had convinced him to live a little, and through some persuasion, the pair decided to go together.

"You've never had a drink before?"

"I have, once, and I hated it. I'd like to not relive that please."

Blaine sighed. "I'd feel bad if you were the only one not enjoying yourself."

And at that Kurt lifted a thin eyebrow. He never took Blaine Anderson as someone who enjoyed drinking. Maybe Kurt had gotten his conceptions about the boy all wrong. He sighed, shaking his head slightly as if to wipe away the thought.

"I'll be fine, honest. You need at least one sober person at every party, right? Sort of like the mother figure? It'll be better that way, I promise." And with that, the conversation ended, and they arrived at the Berry residence in silence, with Kurt's stomach still in knots. "Don't worry, it'll be a good time," Blaine said softly before rapping on Rachel's door, flashing Kurt that all too familiar smile that he loved and hated and couldn't get out of his mind.

And that was the last coherent thing Kurt heard from Blaine's mouth, for as soon as they walked in together, he flung himself at the alcohol that seemed to be surrounding the entire house. Kurt was offered various drinks by his friends. A very inebriated Mercedes gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek and red cup filled with something that smelled horrible. He simply hugged his friend and set the cup down on a free table, not really trusting anything that he hadn't gotten himself. For most of the night, he stuck with bottles of water that he kept unusually close to his body, for fear of someone spiking it with God knows what. Blaine seemed to be enjoying himself among new friends, and Kurt let him have a good time because he wanted his friends to get to know Blaine and if this was the way it was going to happen, then he had to let it happen.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" yelled Rachel, who was stumbling off the make-shift stage she had thrown together. The rest of the party cheered in agreement, pulling together in a circle. Kurt slowly pulled himself into the gathering, Blaine swaying next to him on the right.

"This is gonna be sooooo fun," Blaine slurred, giving Kurt a flirtacious smile. He wasn't sure if that was the alcohol or Blaine, but regardless it painted his cheeks a soft pink and made him a bit more excited for the game to start.

And so, the game started, Rachel holding an empty bottle in her hands. "I'll go first," she stated firmly, setting the bottle down on the floor and giving it a good spin. Kurt wasn't really paying attention, after all why should he, it was no concern to him who Rachel had to kiss. At least, it shouldn't have been his concern. But it was. As soon as the bottle stopped, Kurt's eyes widened in horror. The thin end of the bottle was pointing to the spot next to him, where Blaine was sort of fumbling about, a big dopey smile plastered on his face. "Okay, c'mere you," Rachel chuckled, her arms flinging forward and grabbing Blaine by his cardigan.

And then, they kissed. Right in front of Kurt. And Blaine wasn't pulling away. Well, Kurt didn't expect him to do much, considering that it was a game and he was just following the rules. But, he seemed to be almost, enjoying it. His hand snaked into Rachel's tousled curls, and her lips seemed to enjoy the contact they were getting. His head tilted in dismay, he must've looked crazy with rage.

"Okay! I think that's enough!" he bellowed, putting one hand on Blaine's shoulder and the other on Rachel's.

But they wouldn't pry away from one another. He felt that awful feeling in his stomach again, like whenever Quinn or Rachel kissed Finn right in front of him. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious, and he knew that, but the fact remained that he was still incredibly upset.

Until he heard something. A muffled voice. Blaine pulled away from Rachel's lips slowly, remaining centimeters away, and whispered something against her lips. "Oh, Kurt."

Rachel simply burst out laughing and pushed him down, causing him to tumble over completely, his back hitting the floor with a thud. Everyone else just laughed too, except for Kurt, who sat there completely astonished. Did Blaine just, say his name while kissing Rachel? And he didn't just say it, he moaned it. It was hot and sensual and one of the last things Kurt expected to hear. Quickly, he snapped his head to the side, grabbing Blaine by the arm and sitting him up right.

"Blaine, what was that?" Kurt whispered, trying to get close to his face without having to smell whatever he had been drinking.

"What was what?" Blaine replied, his words long and dragged out and coated with a drunken sweetness. Kurt sighed, he knew he wouldn't get an honest answer while he was still completely out of it.

"Nothing, never mind, although I think you should lay down, you aren't looking too hot." The other boy nodded, probably not aware of what Kurt had asked, and let Kurt pull him up by the arm. "I'm taking him upstairs, okay?" A groan of consent was murmured from the group, who seemed to have moved on with their game. Kurt smiled and, very slowly, walked Blaine up the stairs and into Rachel's room, the pink décor hurting his eyes almost as much as Blaine's. The boy groaned, his hands immediately flying to cover his face.

"Careful now," Kurt warned, slowly leading Blaine to Rachel's bed and laying him down. "You stay here, okay? I'm gonna go get my things and-"

"NO!" Blaine's voice was loud and worried and almost pleading with him. "No, no, no, Kurt you should stay. I want you to stay, don't leave, please." His brown eyes were shining and his lips were turned into a pout and it was almost too adorable to neglect. Kurt let out a soft breath of air, nodding at Blaine's commands. Carefully, he slid himself into the bed with Blaine, above the covers of course, and let his hand brush against Blaine's arm in a soothing manner. "Better?"

"Almost." Blaine shuffled his body closer to Kurt's, letting his arms lazily hang over the other boy's waist. His head burrowed into the crook of his shoulder, his forehead resting gently on Kurt's now rapidly rising chest. "Okay, I'm good now. Don't leave, I'll know. I love you Kurt. I loooove you."

Thank God Blaine was lying down because Kurt's face was now a furious shade of dark pink mixed with red. He knew this was just drunk Blaine, and that there was a very small chance he'd remember any of this in the morning. But, it was nice while it lasted, right? Kurt let his arm snuggle around Blaine's back, his hand rubbing against his shirt in a soothing motion. "I won't leave, you just relax and sleep, okay?"

Blaine's breathing became shallow and loose and soon, he was silent. Kurt felt sleep tugging at his own eyes as well, and almost against his will, his head bent down and rested on top of Blaine's, a smile almost permanently fixed on his lips.

Maybe he could get used to parties after all.